Exercises, Rules, and Hints on ElocutionWilliam Collins, Sons, 1881 - 130 páginas |
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... seen , and never could for- get and clung with both her arms about his neck . had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered- -save that she every day be- cāme more earnest and more grateful to ...
... seen , and never could for- get and clung with both her arms about his neck . had never murmured or complained , but with a quiet mind , and manner quite unaltered- -save that she every day be- cāme more earnest and more grateful to ...
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... seen . “ I hope you slept well , " said the pig , " the wind was very high ; you are most comfortably lodged - a most convenient sty . " " I thought I told you once before to mind your own affairs , " said she , and bristling up her ...
... seen . “ I hope you slept well , " said the pig , " the wind was very high ; you are most comfortably lodged - a most convenient sty . " " I thought I told you once before to mind your own affairs , " said she , and bristling up her ...
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... seen it , my gentle boy ! Change . Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ! Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ! Sorrow and death may not enter there ! Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : for bevond the clouds , and ...
... seen it , my gentle boy ! Change . Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ! Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ! Sorrow and death may not enter there ! Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : for bevond the clouds , and ...
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... seen : like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown , that host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast , and breathed on the face of the foe as he passed ; and the eyes of ...
... seen : like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown , that host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast , and breathed on the face of the foe as he passed ; and the eyes of ...
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... seen ; when a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn , ' twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn . " I dreamt of my lady , I dreamt of her grief , I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief ; on a rock of the ocean ...
... seen ; when a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn , ' twas the youth who had loved the fair Ellen of Lorn . " I dreamt of my lady , I dreamt of her grief , I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief ; on a rock of the ocean ...
Términos y frases comunes
accent arms Bardell beauty blessed blood breath bright brow Cæsar Canute Castlewood CATARACT OF LODORE child CHINESE PIG circumflex cried dark dead dear death doth dread earth Eliza Cook Esmond EXERCISE eyes face fame father fear fire Florac gentlemen give Glenara grace grave grief Grumph HAMLET hand happy HARRY hath hear heard heart heaven holy JANE John Anderson king lady land lassie light live Lochinvar look Lord loud Margate mind Moderate mother never Nevermore night o'er once ORLANDO Pathrick pause Peter Stone Pickwick QUEEN quoth Quoth the Raven ROSALIND round rule SARAH sarpint sleep Slow smile Sniggling sorrow soul Sound the vowel speak stood sweet tears tell thee there's things thou thought tone trolls for fish twas virtue voice wave weep What's whistle Winkle words young
Pasajes populares
Página 31 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore.
Página 17 - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Página 14 - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Página 25 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Página 32 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting — "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door? Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 32 - What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Página 27 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 16 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Página 34 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 24 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.